Every line is an exploration,
A rumination,
A temptation.
And the path of the pilgrim,
The wanderer,
The seeker,
Is a path lined with misery stones,Shards of glass,
And spiders.
It is said, "Only the driven experience frustration.
Only the driven know true pain."
And yet, aren't the driven also fools,
When they toil without progress,
Without satisfaction,
Without relief,
Without end,
Well into the morrow,And beyond?
Copyright 2016 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
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